I've just gotten my head to stop pounding from the holiday party last night. And now if my hip and my neck would feel the same. I may or may not have gotten dragged by a horse yesterday. Yes, just like those old westerns where the cowboy is being pulled along in the dirt, holding on to the end of a rope. Really, I should have just let go of the rope. Luckily, I only hit the ground moderately hard and there is not permanent damage. Sigh, this is why I can't have nice things. I've spent the day traversing between the bed and the couch and could honestly use another day off. How did your weekend go?
Finger snapping, leg slapping, foot tapping Texan girl who works with numbers. I like blank pages, the written word and horses. This is my attempt to amuse you via books, food, travel and the assorted spice rack of life.